|
he
Dunphy hair is up. Yes, I've just now checked it again: markedly up at
the back.
The reason for this state of indignation, this fit of pique, this condition
of hair-uppishness? Greeting me on the front page of the Metro section
in Saturday's Los Angeles Times was this headline: "Riordan Criticizes
Leadership of LAPD, Hints at Drastic Steps." The mind reeled for a moment.
Who is this Riordan fellow, I wondered. I then took in the sub-head: "Police:
The mayor, speaking at the Rampart Division, cites higher crime and fewer
arrests. But, he offers few specifics."
To the typical reader, the use of the word "mayor" should have offered
all the necessary clues as to the identity of the Riordan in question.
But the Dunphy mind reeled further. Surely this can't be Richard
Riordan, mayor of Los Angeles and passive overseer of the LAPD's decline.
Though I had hoped never again to use the name of the former president
in any context whatsoever, I can best put it by saying this was rather
like reading that Mr. Clinton had commented on the sorry state of affairs
at the Justice Department under Janet Reno.
But, yes, as I read the story I learned that Mayor Riordan had apparently
experienced some sort of epiphany, coming to realize at long last that
his police department is in disarray. Perhaps, faced with the impending
loss of his police bodyguards when he leaves office in June, he now appreciates
the risk of being cracked over the head and having his wallet lifted by
some thug whose fear of arrest has been eased by the systematic declawing
of the LAPD.
For those readers unfamiliar with the peculiar politics of Southern California,
some history: Richard Riordan will soon complete his second and, owing
to term limits, final term as mayor of Los Angeles. He emphasized law
and order in his first campaign, in 1993, in which his opponent was Michael
Woo, at that time a Los Angeles city councilman and an unrepentant refugee
from the Loony Left. The city was then recovering from the Rodney King
riot and its accompanying lesser upheavals, so the voters fortunately
had the good sense to reject Woo, who if elected may well have had the
cops planting posies along the roadsides from the San Fernando Valley
to San Pedro.
When Riordan took office, the intransigent Daryl Gates had a year earlier
been forced out as chief of the LAPD and replaced with Willie Williams,
until then the police commissioner of Philadelphia. But over time Williams
demonstrated that, though he was an affable enough sort of fellow, he
was lacking the integrity and intellectual agility required for the position.
He, too, was given the sack. In 1997, after defeating challenger Tom Hayden
(another '60s throwback), Riordan installed Bernard Parks, a 30-year veteran
of the LAPD, as its new chief.
There then followed the Reign of Terror.
The department at that time was experimenting in some patrol divisions
with a "compressed work schedule," also known as the "Three-Twelve," in
which patrol officers worked three twelve-hour shifts per week. Most California
police departments had adopted some form of modified work schedule, and
the LAPD's continued use of a five-day work week put it at a disadvantage
in recruiting. The Three-Twelve was popular among those who worked it
and its department-wide implementation was eagerly awaited. Parks scotched
it with the stroke of a pen, and when the rank and file voiced its objection
he responded, essentially, "Tough beans." Not content with this insult
to the troops, he then instituted a disciplinary system that has resulted
in a paralyzing volume of complaints, the consequences of which have been
a thorough snuffing of morale and a mass flight of officers gone off to
more pleasant conditions elsewhere.
As in any police department, in the LAPD there are two basic varieties
of officers. In one you will find the front-line cops and detectives,
those who strap on the gear and tackle and venture out on the streets
for the daily joust with the criminal rabble. Then there is the other
variety, in which you will find those who leave their comfortable offices
each day only for as long as it takes to go to lunch, yet who somehow
imagine themselves qualified to offer instruction to the first group on
how to do their jobs. Imagine "Dilbert" with guns.
Let us concern ourselves with the first group. In the course of the typical
cop's day he may be presented with a situation that prompts him to say
to himself, "Well now, it seems as though some sort of criminal mischief
is here afoot." Having so addressed himself, he must then choose from
two competing courses of action. He may confront the individual engaged
in said mischief, thereby exposing himself not only to physical harm
for which he is prepared but also, should the miscreant take offense
at being accosted, to the vagaries of the disciplinary system for
which he is not. Or, the officer may avoid these risks and drive merrily
on his way, leaving the evil-doer to do his evil unmolested, perhaps to
return later and complete a crime report and say to the victim
if the victim has not been killed what a shame it is, but, after
all, it's a rough town. Thanks to Bernard Parks and, by extension, Richard
Riordan, L.A. cops are increasingly choosing the second option. The quite
predictable effect has been an increase in crime, most notably homicides,
which in 2000 rose by 27 percent. The bullish trend continues this year.
And through it all, the mayor nodded and smiled and gave his full endorsement
to Parks and his destructive methods. But now Mr. Riordan, his days as
mayor dwindling, his thoughts no doubt turning to his legacy, has the
cheek to come to an LAPD roll call and feign empathy for the men and women
in blue. Perhaps he had had occasion to look out the window of his City
Hall office and see the steady stream of former LAPD officers flipping
him the bird on their way to the freeway and out of town. I'm told that
those present for the mayor's Rampart performance were unmoved. "It was
basically a political play to make himself look better," one officer told
the Times reporter. "And the bottom line is you are going to see
officers in mass exodus. In the next year you will see 1,000 to 2,000
officers leave including me."
There are six candidates now running to succeed Riordan, and it is only
a slight exaggeration to say that no one has ever heard of any of them.
The future of the LAPD will be a major topic of discussion in the coming
campaign, and an endorsement from the Police Protective League, the labor
union for rank-and-file cops, will be highly prized. Any candidate who
suggests even the possibility that he will reappoint Parks to a second
five-year term when his current one expires in 2002 won't have a prayer
of receiving such an endorsement.
Who will succeed Parks is anyone's guess. Immediately below him on the
chain of command are men and women who, in the interest of preserving
their own careers, have blithely acquiesced to his foolishness and have
accordingly lost all credibility with the troops. If Parks were to announce
at a staff meeting that officers late to roll call should henceforth be
burned at the stake, he would be greeted with nothing but nods of approval.
"It's about time, Chief," someone would say, "I'll go get some wood."
Also, certain of these command officers have led rather colorful personal
lives such as would invite further comparisons to the former president.
None of these people would be warmly received by those of us at the bottom
of the heap.
Chief Parks continues to compete with the mayor, city council members,
the police commission, the inspector general, and now, under terms of
a consent decree, a federal monitor, for the right to hold the reins
of the department. Sadly, all of these people want to be in charge, but
none of them wants to lead. Indeed, the term "management" has come to
supplant "leadership" in the LAPD argot. During his tenure Parks has issued
a series of "Management Papers" sprinkled heavily with terms like "environmental
considerations" and "service delivery systems" and "integration of numerous
strategic processes," as though we were in the business of manufacturing
widgets. We are not. We are in the business of catching the bad guys,
and this business requires leadership.
I here offer a bit of free advice to those who would seek to be mayor
and choose our next chief: We are tired of being managed. Please bring
us a leader.
(*Jack
Dunphy is the author's nom de cyber. The opinions expressed are his own
and almost certainly do not reflect those of the LAPD management .)
|